I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 1016. As expected, Mu Qingtong is Xia Feng's simp.

Xia Feng's chin was lifted by the silver-haired woman, and his lowered, cold eyes held a hint of confusion.

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Huang Zhaoyue: "?"

Xia Feng's eyelids twitched, and he was speechless.

Huang Zhaoyue stared at Xia Feng in astonishment, her gaze filled with confusion and even a hint of disdain. "Does this guy like me?"
what happened?

Has he gone mad?!

After Mu Qingtong pointed it out, Huang Zhaoyue recalled Xia Feng's goodwill in cooperating with her to help her unlock the Dragon Well, despite his repeated verbal abuse; he even seemed more eager than she was to remove the lock. And now, he was taking advantage of her by embracing her.
Without a doubt, the man surnamed Xia is indeed coveting me!
Despite the supposed bloodline repulsion, how could he possibly fall in love with me?!
Is this guy surnamed Xia a pervert? Thinking of this, Huang Zhaoyue's indifferent eyes flashed with a hint of mockery amidst the disdain. Although she didn't consider herself a person with perverse tastes, she had no interest in such matters of love and romance.

I even felt bored.

The fact that Xia Feng, the evil man who had repeatedly suppressed her and made her suffer, actually had strange feelings for her still gave her a strange sense of pleasure.

She didn't want to admit it, but this was the first time she had ever felt the joy of being liked.

Can you still feel happy when someone likes you?
Even though Emperor Shikai, her nominal husband, claimed to love her, she felt only extreme disgust and murderous intent, and didn't even need the blood ties to cause her to repel him.

Xia Feng actually gave her feelings of disdain, disgust, and even a desire to tear him to pieces, but for some reason, when she heard Qing Tong say that Xia Feng liked her, she felt a slight sense of pleasure and joy.

A jumble of emotions swirled together, leaving her bewildered and her brows furrowed. She felt as if she were... ill.

Just as Huang Zhaoyue's thoughts were in disarray and she was caught in self-doubt, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong locked eyes, as if a fine current was passing between their gazes.

Xia Feng paused for a moment, then smiled: "Hmm? So what?"

Seeing that he admitted it, Mu Qingtong's emotions did not change. Her golden eyes remained calm and undisturbed. "Fine."

She sighed, lowered her head and gently touched Xia Feng's thin lips. As she spoke softly, her eyebrows curved like crescent moons, "After all, you will eventually become my loyal dog. It doesn't matter who you like, Mr. Xia."

"Hmm~!" Xia Feng frowned, about to say something, but his words were cut off by red lips.

Those clear, cold golden eyes were full of interest, but she didn't have much to say. She seemed to simply want to use his body to release her pent-up physiological needs, without any anger, displeasure, or other negative emotions.

With her slender hands caressing his broad back, Xia Feng unconsciously tightened his grip on Huang Zhaoyue and Mu Qingtong's waists, his breathing becoming rapid.

Beside her, Huang Zhaoyue woke up with a start, and was once again stunned by this sudden scene, which was so close.

One second, Mu Qingtong casually pointed out what Xia was thinking; the next second, Mu Qingtong lowered her head and kissed Xia.

It seems that the man surnamed Xia didn't even realize what was happening. He instinctively tried to resist, but was suppressed and forcibly kissed.

Can.
Isn't Xia Feng Qing Tong's simp? Huang Zhaoyue's clear, vertical pupils reflected this provocative scene, her gaze slightly dazed.

Judging from this situation, it seems that Mu Qingtong is Xia Feng's lapdog! Because Xia Feng likes me, Qingtong is jealous! So she's asserting her dominance in front of me!

How could this be? Huang Zhaoyue felt like the sky had fallen. The only person she recognized and admired was actually a sycophant of the person she despised!

Moreover, he forced Xia Feng in front of me.
In the strange, even absurd, atmosphere, Huang Zhaoyue stared intently at the lips in front of her, unconsciously pursing her lips. She didn't speak up to stop Mu Qingtong's willful behavior, but simply watched quietly, wondering what this feeling was all about.

Fortunately, Mu Qingtong didn't linger for too long. She looked up, casually used a gilded hairpin to re-arrange her silver hair, and put on her half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, regaining her elegant and scholarly air.

Seeing Huang Zhaoyue staring at her with a puzzled look, Mu Qingtong pursed her lips and shook her head: "Don't worry, Mr. Xia often misbehaves, and this time is no exception. But it won't affect our relationship. I will still teach you how to cultivate the Demon God system."

"..." Huang Zhaoyue nodded in surprise, but then, remembering that Mu Qingtong was her first and only friend, she explained, "I really dislike this Xia guy, so you don't need to worry. I won't compete with you for him, and I'm not interested in such matters of love."

Mu Qingtong shook her head. "It's alright. Mr. Xia will submit to me sooner or later. Even if you want to take him away, you can't win."

"?" Huang Zhaoyue frowned, feeling that the words were somewhat dismissive. The other party's self-created pantheon was indeed amazing and heaven-defying, but she was no ordinary person either.

If they ultimately clash at the Heavenly God Realm, it's truly uncertain who will win and who will lose.

Moreover, the man surnamed Xia is in love with her, Huang Zhaoyue, and she has already won just for that.

However, considering that the other party was her only friend, and also practically her teacher, and even more arrogant than her, Huang Zhaoyue decided to remain silent and said nothing.

"While there's still time, Zhaoyue, let me first teach you how to maintain your sanity while in a demonized state."

Mu Qingtong opened a book behind Xia Feng's head, and Huang Zhaoyue looked at it, her clear, cold eyes slightly brightening.

The capsule ship formed by the Holy Knights, under Xia Feng's will, transformed into a pale red stream of light in the sea of ​​mist, and continued to speed away.

Controlling the paladin doesn't require much of his effort; it's basically like an autopilot.

He stared silently at the sky, still bewildered. How did they manage to be so harmonious? They really had become best friends!
The two women lay on his chest, one on each side, their eyes fixed on the books behind him, whispering to each other in his ear.

They treated him entirely as a desk and chair for lecturing.

Xia Feng couldn't quite understand what the two were chattering about, so he began to think about Teacher Fu and April.

As if pondering something, his large hand, which was around the back of Miss Mu's black dress, suddenly moved down and slapped her twice, making a crisp sound.

“After completing the Sanskrit form using this method, one can then become a demon—” Miss Mu’s explanation trailed off, and she let out a low groan in his ear.

Huang Zhaoyue also heard the sound and noticed Xia Feng's actions. She glared at Xia Feng and frowned unhappily, "You, surnamed Xia—!"

Pia~~！！ Another slap landed, Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, and in front of her, he slapped Mu Qingtong's curvaceous black dress again, the force of his palm unrestrained.

Mu Qingtong's quiet and elegant face tensed up. She glanced at Xia Feng with her beautiful eyes, shook her head, and continued turning the page. "Ignore him, let's continue."

"?" Huang Zhaoyue was stunned. She wasn't going to respond to this?

Seeing her best friend letting Xia Feng tease and play with her like this without resisting, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "As expected, she really is Xia Feng's lapdog."

However, Mu Qingtong herself didn't say anything, and she couldn't very well stop Xia Feng's excessive behavior.

All that could be heard was Mu Qingtong's intermittent, faint teaching voice, occasionally trembling with a soft "uh," but thankfully it didn't affect the progress.
(End of this chapter)